rampage08

I have anger problems that i almost can relate with michael lol but oddly enough that everytime i played online and got killed, im not angry at all, well sometimes a lil bit pissed but then i carry on and get my revenge (without cursing of course). Kinda funny if you think about it, maybe most people in real life are pricks like what Crazy_Llamax said lol

NormanR6

I love it when the chance to entice an angery person comes up. It happens alot in races, had a guy continue to try and spin me out, I gave him a second chance, and when he tried to do it a third time I pinned him into an oncoming car. He threatend to come to my house and kill my family. Made me smile. Asked for my address and everything. Said he was going to pay me a visit.

address and phone number may or may not have been that of the sheriff department. of a random county I found on google. Whos to know.

voldo27

I think I just heard the next adam lanza threatening to murder everyone who killed him in real life. f*ckin psychopaths. sad thing is it was a grown man making the threats, not some kid. just when you thought your faith in humanity couldn't get any lower someone lowers the bar. its amusing sometimes..

A psychopath would not retaliate with rage. they would walk up to you calmly and stick a knife in your eye, then go get a haircut and buy some clothes.

Research the subject before you label someone a psychopath.

That's actually a sociopath that you've described. A sociopath has no empaphy towards his victims or crossing social boundaries, hopping from a fit to normal behaviour.

A psychopath however gets something emotionally in return from whatever horrible things they do. That's why they do it in the first place. That's their way of achieving emotional fulfillment.

GTAV Example :

Michael & Franklin - sociopaths.

Trevor - psychopath.

A psychopath has no empathy for others, he has no remorse in killing people. A sociopath is just somebody that acts outside of normal social boundaries. A sociopath doesnt have to be a psychopath: a kleptomaniac or a pathological liar, both examples of a sociopath, and they can have empathy for others.

withonion

I think I just heard the next adam lanza threatening to murder everyone who killed him in real life. f*ckin psychopaths. sad thing is it was a grown man making the threats, not some kid. just when you thought your faith in humanity couldn't get any lower someone lowers the bar. its amusing sometimes..

A psychopath would not retaliate with rage. they would walk up to you calmly and stick a knife in your eye, then go get a haircut and buy some clothes.

Research the subject before you label someone a psychopath.

That's actually a sociopath that you've described. A sociopath has no empaphy towards his victims or crossing social boundaries, hopping from a fit to normal behaviour.

A psychopath however gets something emotionally in return from whatever horrible things they do. That's why they do it in the first place. That's their way of achieving emotional fulfillment.

GTAV Example :

Michael & Franklin - sociopaths.

Trevor - psychopath.

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Thug lyfe dawg, g unit swag yolo swag .

Don't do that.

You are wrong and I am right. Next time make sure your answer is backed up with 30 years of psychiatric work-experience (like me).

A psychopath is the same as a sociopath, dont bother to google it, I am right.

A psycho is someone who has no emotional response mechanism to actions taken or experienced.

Scumbag_Dave

Funny this thread comes up now, I just finished a session where one grown man was inviting another grown man for a fight in RL just because the second was camping in his apartment with a bounty on him.

biggsull

For centuries now, man has done everything he can to destroy, defile and interfere with nature. Clear-cutting forests, strip mining mountains, poisoning the atmosphere, over-fishing the ocean, polluting the rivers and lakes, destroying wetlands and aquifers. So when nature strikes back, and smacks man in the head, and kicks him in the nuts, I enjoy that. I have absolutely no sympathy for human beings whatsoever, none. And no matter what kind of problem humans are facing, whether it’s natural or man-made, I always hope it gets worse. Don’t you have a part of you that secretly hopes everything gets worse? When you see a big fire on TV, don’t you hope it spreads? Don’t you hope it gets completely out of control and burns down six counties? You don’t root for the firemen do you? I mean I don’t want them to get hurt or nothing, but I don’t want them putting out my fire. That’s my fire. That’s nature showing off and having fun. I like fires.

You know something else I like? Those spring floods in the mid-west. Aren’t they great? Like clockwork, spring floods in the mid-west. But I’m starting to notice, I’m starting to catch on, that every year it’s the same story. Another flood in the same place, with the same people, on the same river, same f*cking people. And these people do not move, they will not f*cking move, they repaint, put down new carpeting and wallpaper, and they move right back into the same f*cking house on the flood plain next to the same river, and then they wonder why grandma’s floating downstream with the parakeet on her head. Fourth time, again, fourth f*cking time. There’s no learning curve with these people, it’s very hard to feel sorry for them. Every year, same people, same rowboats, out there paddling around, rescuing a chicken. What the f*ck kind of a life is that?
“Well our kids love it here.”
Oh really? What do they got, gills? And while they’re showing all that sh*t on the screen, the announcer is saying to me, “It’s been raining steadily for three months now, the ground can’t hold any more water, the river is cresting higher than it has in two centuries, and the Levis have washed away…”
And I just hope it keeps raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining and it rains steadily for five years. And then after that, for ten years it’s cloudy, with occasional showers. And the river never returns to its natural banks, it becomes a completely new river, and the borders of three states have to be changed, and all the maps and atlases have to redrawn and reprinted. And no-one’s couch ever completely dries out. For years and years every time they sit down there’s always a little *squish*.
“Dan, Linda! Come on in you guys, have a seat!” *squish* *squish*
I like that, I’m an interesting guy.

I always hope that no matter how small the original problem is, it’s gonna grow into bigger and bigger proportions and get completely out of control, and I’ll give you a concrete example. Let’s say a water main breaks in downtown Los Angeles and it floods an electrical substation, knocking out all the traffic lights and tying up the entire city and emergency vehicles can’t get through. And at the same time, one of those month long global warming heat waves comes along, but there’s no air-conditioning, there’s no water for sanitation, so cholera, smallpox and dysentery break out and thousands of people start dying in the streets. But before they die, parasites eat their brains, and they go completely f*cking crazy, and they storm the hospital, but the hospital can’t handle all the casualties, so these people rape all the nurses and set the hospital on fire. And the flames drive them even crazier, so they start stabbing social workers and garbage men. And a big wind comes along, and the entire city goes up in flames. And the people who are still healthy, they get mad at the sick people, and they start crucifying them, nailing them to crosses, trying on their underwear, sh*t like that. Then everybody smokes crack and PCP, and they march on city hall, where they burn the mayor at the stake, they strangle his wife and take turns sodomizing the statue of Larry Flint.
And at this point it looks like pretty soon things are gonna start to get out of control.

So everyone panics and tries to leave the city at the same time, and they trample each other to death in the streets by the thousands and wild dogs eat their corpses. And the wild dogs chase the rest of the people down the highway and one by one the dogs pick off the old f*cks and the slow people, because they’re in the fast lane where they don’t belong. Get the f*ck out of the fast lane if you’re an old f*ck, if you’re a slow f*ck, get over on the right, get over on the right. And the lucky ones, the lucky people who manage to make it all the way to the outside of town, they discover when they get there, that big sparks from the city have lit the suburbs on fire. And the suburbs burn uncontrollably. And thousands of identical homes have identical fires have identical smoke, killing all the identical soccer mums and their identical kids named Jason and Jennifer. And now, the fire spreads to the farmlands and the farmlands burn intensely, at 425 degrees, creating millions of baked potatoes. As the farmlands burn, thousands of barns and farmhouses begin to explode from all the hidden methamphetamine labs. And the meth chemicals run downhill into the rivers and streams, where wild animals drink the water and get completely geeked on speed. So bears and wolves amped up on crack roam the countryside looking for people to eat, even though they’re not really hungry.
And the fire spreads to the forests and the forests burn furiously. And hundreds of elves and trolls and fairies come running out of the woods screaming, “Bambie is dead! Bambie is dead!”
And he is, he is, finally that f*cking little c*nt, Bambie is dead. Dead.

Now hundreds of fires of regional fires come together into one huge interstate inferno. And all 12 of the western united states are burning out of control, except Utah where the Mormons don’t allow fires. And the fire spreads across the Great Plains, toasting the wheat and cooking the cattle, producing hamburgers actually. Then it leaps to Mississippi, and races through the south, blowing up stills, interrupting lynchings and killing millions of inbred people. And then it turns north-east and it heads to Washington DC, where George Bush can’t decide if it’s an emergency or not. He can’t decide because Dick Chaney is in prison. So, instead he takes a nap, he puts his empty f*cking brainless head on the little pillow that his mother gave him at Christmas time, and he takes a nap. So the fire moves to Philadelphia, but it’s a weekend, and Philadelphia’s closed on the weekends. So the fire moves to New York City and the people in New York tell the fire to go f*ck itself. And it does, so instead it burns down Long Island and Connecticut, killing all the rich white assholes and completely destroying their evil fa**oty golf courses. And while all this is going on, Canada burns to the ground, but nobody notices.

And now the entire North American Continent is on fire, producing a huge thermal updraft, and creating an in seminary cyclonic macro system that forms a hemispheric mega-storm, breaking down the molecular structure of the atmosphere and actually changing the laws of nature. Fire and water combine, burning clouds of flaming rain fall upward, gamma rays and solar winds ignite the ionosphere, creating huge clouds of ionized plasma, bolts of lighting twenty million miles long begin shooting out of the north pole, and the sky fills up with green sh*t. And then suddenly, the entire fabric of space-time splits in two, a huge crack in the universe opens. And all the dead people from the past begin falling through. Big Ruth, Groucho Marks, J.B. Crocket, Tiny Tim, Porky Pig, Hitler, Janise Joplin, Allan Linden, my uncle Dave, your uncle Dave, everybody’s uncle Dave, an endless stream of dead uncle Daves falling through the crack.

And all the dead Uncle Daves gather around a heavenly kitchen table, they light up cigarettes and begin to talk. They talk about they never got a break, how their parents didn’t love them and their children were ungrateful. They talk about how their government screwed them out of money and they just missed out on a big job. They say the Jews own everything and the blacks get special treatment. And all the hatred and bitterness drips out of these people, and forms a big pool of liquid hate. And the pool of liquid hate begins to spin, round and round it spins, faster and faster, and the faster it spins the bigger it gets, faster and faster, bigger and bigger, until the wurling pool of hate is bigger than the entire universe. And then suddenly it explodes into trillions of tiny stars, and every star has a trillion planets, and every planet has a trillion Uncle Daves. And all the Uncle Daves have good jobs, perfect eyesight and shoes that fit. They have great sex lives and free healthcare. They understand the internet, their kids think they’re cool, and they all love their neighbours. And every week, without fail, Uncle Dave wins the lottery, forever and ever until the end of time every single Uncle Dave has a winning ticket. And Uncle Dave is finally happy.

ezstjr

I was in the BS lobby last night. Proceeded with my friends to completely blow up the room. Insinuated some fights on the ground and remained in the tank killing. Until we came across a middle aged man sounded from the eastcoast. And he just completely went off on me, talking about how much of a loser I was killing him in a tank and how unfair it was. So I proceeded to get off the tank and fight him fairly. He killed me once out of the 12 times I blew him up. And he got the satisfaction of that one kill. And he proceeded to boast and banter. Eventually I got myself back into the tank and proceeded to blow him up a few times before he rage quit.

lannydee

There was this dude who sounded EXACTLY LIKE McLovin! hahaha. but he was saying realllly creepy stuff to me and my friend like "lets hang out I..i..i have like a f*ck ton of money..i dont even care..i have like so much money" but he'd rage so hardddd and pant and sweat and just get all flustered.

which brings me back to the idea which I've never really agreed with before until playing this game, but i stand by the rating system for this particular game.

bogey_j

There was this dude who sounded EXACTLY LIKE McLovin! hahaha. but he was saying realllly creepy stuff to me and my friend like "lets hang out I..i..i have like a f*ck ton of money..i dont even care..i have like so much money" but he'd rage so hardddd and pant and sweat and just get all flustered.

which brings me back to the idea which I've never really agreed with before until playing this game, but i stand by the rating system for this particular game.